42ND STREET
Golden Earring (The Netherlands)


Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers 
Some of them laugh, some of them sing 
Some of them don't do a goddamn thing 
Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters 
Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits 
Moonlight circus of earthly delights 
Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night 
Deals going down, midnight in town 

Down into the subways, the underground tunnels 
A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles 
Out in the park it's scary with frights 
Somebody shot out all the streetlights 
Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers 
All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers 
Out of the limo that looks like a boat 
The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat 
Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura 
A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin 
A deal's going down this side of town 
People walk on fleet feet 
On the way down 42nd Street 

Except for the bums, down for the count 
That one's dead but no one's found out 
And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass 
When she moves that thing, she must move it fast 
Cop with a nightstick, checking around 
A neon lit junkie slides to the ground 
Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk 
Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk 
Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain 
The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same 
4 A.M. people are crashing 
Where the hookers are huddled 
Colored raindrops are splashing 
The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town 
Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype 
But under the lights, I'm feeling alright 
On 42nd Street, it's just another night